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A Day on Mount Targon [Open RP]

The warrior quickly got back up to his feet, and spun around to face Pichu. He gave him a rather quizzical look, hopping about like a child probably was what caused it. He twirled his sword in one hand, uncertain if Pichu was going to continue or not.

Pichu waves a dismissive hand.
"No it's fine,Just a little cut."
Pichu let's go of his leg where it almost immediatly goes limp,and hops to his bag and pulls out his bow.
"I got this!"
Pichu chuckles as he continues to hop around on one leg,looking at the warrior expectantly.

The warrior gave Pichu a blank stare for several moments. Did he not know that he could probably barely use one of his legs? To him, the fight was already over. Winning at this point would be child's play. With a single bound, he launched himself at Pichu, intent on finally finishing the fight.

Shyvana wore her Boneclaw armor, as it seemed most appropriate for the culture she was entering. She probably cheated in getting to the top of this mountain, as she simply took her true form and flew the whole way. It was only when she noticed some armored, shielded men in the distance that she swooped down, landed, and traveled the rest of the way as it was meant to be traveled. No doubt many Rakkor saw her descend, so the welcome would be interesting.

The men exchanged several curious glances among each other. Evidently, they were not too surprised at the half dragon's presence, but they seemed somewhat uncertain of what to do. One of the men left, and returned several seconds later with a man who could be identified as an officer because of the transverse plumes upon his helmet. He spoke to the men for several moments, and then turned to Shyvana, and spoke.

Shyvana simply nodded to them, and walked past them, giving them a brief once-over as she passed. They seemed powerful, though Pantheon easily trumped them. Continuing on, she saw even more of the same. She hoped these were all simply guards and training soldiers. If this was everyone, Rakkor culture was bland.

Progressing further, Shyvana would have likely caught notice of some buildings which did not look as if their immediate purpose was war. There were what seemed to be artisans, not of war, but of more common professions working in front of some of the buildings. The buildings were not bland, and in fact some of the architecture might even have been admired by architects from other city states. It was clear that Mount Targon was not only a place of war, but war was their primary occupation, nonetheless. Shyvana attracted several curious glances from the Rakkor, but they mostly kept to themselves, but there were occasional mean looks attracted from warriors which appeared to hold a veteran status. They obviously had some qualms with Demacia, from the times when they would still fight with one another.

Shyvana had her gauntlets strapped to her thighs, though she didn't expect to have a need for them. It surprised her that none of the guards felt the need or had the orders to escort her to where she wanted to go, but, looking at the veteran Rakkor who seemed to not like her all that much, she suspected that the system was more of a 'if you want to try something, go ahead' setup.

Giving them an odd look, Shyvana turned her attention to the buildings she was walking by. Certainly more than she expected. She began to wonder where was the bakery that Pantheon no doubt grew up near, fueling his more innocent dreams. That thought made her smirk as she continued on.